I wake each morning to face another day, The tears on my pillow have now dried. Each morning is just another painful way, Of remembering you and the day you died. The mirror shows a face that looks so old, My eyes are soar and red from the tears I cried. There are times when the pain of your death feels so cold, I cannot escape this terrible grief, no matter where I hide. My beautiful mother I miss you more than words can say, I cannot get that horrible day out of my mind, although I have tried. the terrible news and visions are always in the way. Grief shows no mercy and takes me on a terrible never-ending ride. My mask protects and helps me through each challenge I face, I promise you this; my endless love for you will never fade away. Tonight, as I rest my head on my pillow, I pray you are in a peaceful place, I say a prayer and feel thankful that when I wake, I can remember you another day.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 19:16:14 +0000
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